Lost Cloud

I have crash landed in Sweet Apple Acres. Boy, am I hungry. Apples are rubbish. They taste horrible, and besides, they don’t fill me like love does. The holes in my limbs are growing closer to my heart and I haven’t a clue what to do. It’s zap apple season and I hate it. Rain and thunder aren’t really my thing, even though I am named Storm Cloud. Or Lost Cloud, now. I found a place to stay. Its a little house in the middle of a farm. Small ponies enter regularly, so I stay in the top floor, or attic, I think. It’s incredibly dusty up here. I keep on sneezing. When I was wandering through the forest I found a doll. It’s FULL of love, and it is MINE! And NO PONY is getting it from me. It’s so tasty. Oh, and if you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m a changeling.

“Come on girls, we’ve got more gear upstairs,”

Eep. An orange filly with a magenta mane climbed in I dove into my box, which I had been sleeping in for the last month. Lucky me. The first box they looked in was mine.

“CHANGELING!” the orange one yelled. I hugged the doll close

“Don’t hurt me,Don’t hurt me,Don’t hurt me,Don’t hurt me.”

“You can talk?” I slowly nod my head.

“Don’t bring the pink one, don’t bring the pink one!” The orange one said, “You mean Pinkie?” Eep. A yellow one appeared out of nowhere and said, “Scoots, we should tell Twilight.”

“ NOOOOOO!” the yellow one looked at me quizzically

“Well, maybe she’s cool?” the orange one said.

“A changeling, cool?” said the yellow one sarcastically. I love sarcastically. I learned it in a book. I love books. Books, books, books.
“Well, maybe we can keep her, like a pet?” the yellow one looked like she was about to object, but I interrupted her.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes. Keeping is good. I can do all sorts of things, like...uhh... Rent! I can pay rent! I’ll get a job and pay you rent. I can read you stories, or I can act them out, or play dress up, I’m very good at dress up,” To prove my point I rapidly changed forms. The orange one looked at the yellow one in a pleading manner. to attempt to seal the deal I said: “And I can help you look for your cutie marks,”

That did it. Both of them brightened up. “Sweetie Bell! We have to have an emergency Cutie Mark Crusaders meeting!” And then out of nowhere a white unicorn appeared. And the she yelled

“CHANGELING!” The other two dragged her into a group huddle, and after a few seconds of whispering, the orange one spoke,

“We have made come to a consensuses. You can stay as long as you abide by the conditions you set, with a few of our own. 1. you cannot feed on the following ponies: Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Rarity, Twilight, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie,”

The yellow one interrupted, “An’ Big Macintosh,”

The orange one sighed, “And Big Macintosh,” “An’ Granny Smith,” The orange spread out her hooves, “All of the Apple Family, Happy?”
“An’ us, of course,”

“2. The rent has to be at least 60 bits a month.

1. Um...... well we don’t have a three yet, but there might just be one.” they started to walk out, but then the orange on turned. “What’ your name?”

“Stor- uh... Lost Cloud,”